Dean of San Francisco Bar and Former President of Bar Association.
The Bulletin has requested from me a short story of seventy-
When first conscious of my environment I found myself the eldest child of Irish Catholic parents in a long cabin near the bank of Brush Creek, Nevada county, about three miles from the county seat. My father's occupation was placer mining on the opposite bank of Brush Creek. Among the miners working the claim adjoining my father's was a "Tom" McFarland. Placer Miner McFarland was a young lawyer, who had been admitted to the bar of Pennsylvania in the county of his birth by Judge Jeremiah Sullivan Black, who, in 1860, became attorney-general of the United States. After a short mining career, McFarland resumed law practice and in 1861 he was elected district judge of the Fourteenth Judicial District of California, consisting of Nevada county. Still later he was elected for two successive terms as Justice of the Supreme Court created by the Constitution of 1879. He had a brilliant career and was justly regarded as one of the ablest members of that court.
The Sullivan placer claim did not "pan out" very well and the family became domiciled in Nevada City. As the eldest child on family errands I frequently passed the imposing building in which the District Court was held, and among the day dreams that I cherished was one that some day by hard study I should become one of those lawyers who aided the judges in administering the law.
In December, 1861, my father removed the family to San Francisco, his
main object and life effort being to obtain a thorough education for myself
and younger brothers and sisters. Twenty-